HE MADE YOU SERVE DRINKS AT HIS PROMOTION PARTY AND PARADED HIS MISTRESS IN YOUR GRANDMOTHER’S EMERALDS… THEN THE CEO BOWED AND CALLED YOU “MADAM PRESIDENT”

You tie the white apron around your waist with fingers that don’t shake, even though your heart is trying to claw its way out of your ribs.

The uniform is a costume, but not the one Laurent thinks. He thinks he’s dressed you in shame, turned you into background, reduced you to a shadow that refills glasses and disappears.

You tie the white apron around your waist with fingers that don’t shake, even though your heart is trying to claw its way out of your ribs.

The uniform is a costume, but not the one Laurent thinks. He thinks he’s dressed you in shame, turned you into background, reduced you to a shadow that refills glasses and disappears.